Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Day 178: Ow

My meningitis came back, in the form of a migraine. But as I told someone today, I've felt a migraine in the offing since Saturday, when a dozen black spots danced in front of my eyes for most of the day — it was like a flock of birds suddenly took flight every time I turned my head, which was freaking annoying — so it's almost a relief to finally have the thing and get it over with.

When I have a migraine, the only thing that really works is to take my medication instantly and go back to bed with a cold wet washcloth on my forehead. So my work day didn't start till 11 a.m., I'm way behind, and tonight was a rush-rush-rush to get the kids fed and Martini to his basketball game and me to a PTO meeting.

Though tonight's PTO meeting was quite interesting; we had a roundtable discussion about chores and allowance, and I'm always intrigued by how other parents do things. A lot of parents give their kids an allowance but then make the kids divide it three ways: spending, saving, and donating. This has always struck me as so bizarre: I'm giving you money so you learn how to manage money, but then I'm going to tell you what you have to do with two-thirds of it . . . ? Why don't I just hang on to that two-thirds and deposit it myself? What is the point of making the kid do it? I mean, I don't think it's a bad thing, no one's harming their kids by doing it this way, but it's not for me.

Anyway! Lots of different perspectives shared. One of my friends never makes her bed. One of my friends cleans everything in her house with vinegar. One of my friends bases her kids' allowance on age; they get 50 cents for each year in their age, per week. (I like this!) Good stuff.

I had thought I might work another hour tonight, since I'm so behind, but I'm exhausted. (A side effect of my otherwise excellent meds, I fear.)

I didn't eat a ton today because I didn't feel well, but what I did eat was mostly comfort food — think melted cheese and ice cream. Today will be a black hole on my Diet Calendar. I won't tell if you won't.

—Lady C

p.s. Hmm, this graphic is making me wonder if what I've been calling migraines all these years are really cluster headaches. They definitely gather around one eye. Hmm. When I'm not so sleepy I'll look into it further.

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Once described as a cross between Lucille Ball and Mae West, Lady Chardonnay happily stars in the daily drama of her very own life, her stubborn, bossy perfectionism nicely balanced by her wit, charm, and joie de vivre. Mr. Hugh Jackman only wishes he could kiss the Maybellined lips of this lady raconteur, gourmand, and slightly fading femme fatale.